Storm

I Awoke to a cold hush
No sounds, no touch
Almost serene
Yet, the familiarity of the quietness
Just reminds me
This is only the eye of the storm

Clutching to a pillow, I pray
only to slip into a reoccurring nightmare
Perhaps my 6th sense knows better than I
Perhaps it is time
Yet I wait, holding to all I have
while the winds continue to blow

Something to just kill the loneliness?
At this point
Something to just kill the quietness

I wave my white flag
declaring that I surrender to the storm
to whatever it brings, I will not fight against it
Tired and weak, alone and cold
Wet and shivering
I surrender. It is easier to not care
I do not care at all.

bloodstain

You're like a fucking blood stain
that won't wash out
No matter how you wash it
it remains an ugly rust red
a reminder of a painful event
a reminder of an injury that was sudden
no time to cover up or clean up
it just seeps through, and never comes out
you can't lie or hide the fact you got hurt
when there is a fucking stain to remind you
could be on your favorite pair of jeans
or a worn in hoodie
doesn't matter
to you, the piece of material was important
of course, until it was stained
Once stained, you can throw the fucking piece away
no one wants a stained hoodie or pair of jeans
not with a fucking ugly blood red stain
it ain't worth shit with that.